Horses are great that way. They don't hold on to what was, moping in a corner, refusing to eat or drink or mingle because they have been transplanted. They step into the now. I like that, and I am struck with how valuable that ability is, because we get stuck so easily--stuck in the past or stuck on our past, and that past interprets our present and dictates our future.
Of course, it's not as simple as just deciding to move on. Then again, maybe it is. If we turn our eyes to what we have today, they turn away from yesterday, and really, that's pretty simple.
We may wish to change some of our choices and past experiences, but if you find out how to do that, please give me shares in your company! Or maybe our past was more pleasant than our present. But how sad if we live our days looking back to what was, rather than living the day we are in and looking forward to what is to come.
And for the wounds garnered along the way, regrets, and pains of life, the best thing to do is to take them to the Great Healer and then move on. Like Honor. He does not look to the past. His eyes are bright and his ears are perked forward, taking in this new place he's landed in.